(My net problem is still going on, hence I am Virtually cut off Virtual world. Do not ask how mother’s day was. Last year she found the gift before time as you had read. So this year I was careful to be more far sighted. Hence she woke up, had her morning walk still did not notice her gift waiting on her dressing table. Fate had to always twist it. My exam are nearing and this time I am serious so will upload articles and more new stuff after 14 th June) {Here is a small drabble that was going in mind for a while. Just random thoughts and questions no answer found yet…..} As in much previous post I have been skeptical about feelings. Few days back when I was reading Murakami, I felt most of the novels deal with love. Love of all kind, not only novels, movies, anime, cartoons, songs everything and anything for once has love as the theme. Keats had his own love, Sylvia Plath had sad love for dark within, Othello had jealousy created of love, Browning dealt with the ...
I am a mad-foe, who observes, absorbs and chronicles.